Brice shrugged. "I think that's fine. I can work from home two days this week. I'll take Monday and Friday. I have meetings the other three days."
Houston looked up from the paper he was doodling on. "I can take Tuesday."
Jaron shrugged. "That leaves me Wednesday. I can deal with that." He put his phone down. "Shipment will be here in thirty minutes or less."
"Do we give them to her immediately?" Trystan asked. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd think of the toys.
Jaron nodded. "Oh yeah. I want to see her face while she figures them out."
Houston smiled. "As long as we get our turns between toys, I'm good with that!"
Brice laughed. "I have a feeling she's going to prefer us to any toy." He looked at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late. Do you think she's up yet?"
"Should we go check on her?" Houston asked. His cock jumped at the idea of seeing her again.
Trystan raised a brow. "You go check Houston."
Houston jumped up with a smile and wandered through the hotel suite. It was five bedrooms, so there was one for each of them and one left over. He made his way to the suite Sarah was sharing with Trystan, only to find the bed empty. He frowned, until he heard a low moan from the bathroom. What was she doing in there?
He pushed the door open to see her laying back among the bubbles of the jaccuzzi tub, her legs spread wide, and one hand toying with her clit. "Need some help?" he asked.
Sarah blushed, removed the hand from between her thighs, and beckoned to him. "I do need help."
Houston had his pants off so fast, he surprised even himself. His shirt followed. He climbed into the huge tub with her, moving between her thighs. She had one foot resting on each side of the tub, so she was wide open for him. "I want you to ride me," he told her. He stood between her spread legs, one toe going to toy with her clit.
Sarah nodded, staring at his cock. It was hard and ready for her. She wondered if the men were in the same kind of constant state of arousal she was. She got to her feet and waited while he took her spot, then lowered herself onto his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. "Like this?" she asked, already out of breath from the pleasure she had been giving herself.
Houston caught her hips and positioned her over his cock. "Exactly." With one hard thrust he was inside her, and she sucked in a breath.
"Oh, Houston!"
He grunted as his hips went wild, thrusting madly into her. He was too aroused, and he lost it almost immediately. Sarah realized what had happened with shock. She stayed on his lap grinding herself against him, hoping she could come to climax anyway.
After a moment she climbed off in frustration, trying not to let it show how disappointed she was. Would one of the other men finish her?
Houston knew he'd messed up. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I'll go get one of the others to fuck you right."
Sarah started to argue that he'd done it right, but really? He hadn't. He was done, and she was still needy. That wasn't doing it right. "Please," she said. She grabbed a towel, and dried herself off, while he pulled one of the robes from the back of the bathroom door. She dressed in the other and went into Trystan's bedroom to wait to see who would arrive.
Houston walked into the kitchen to see the other men still waiting. Trystan raised an eyebrow at his attire. "Have a good time?"
Houston nodded, embarrassed. "I did, but she didn't. I didn't last long enough. She needs someone to finish her."
Trystan, Brice and Jaron got to their feet as one. Jaron looked at Houston. "You wait for the delivery."
Sarah was leaning back on Trystan's bed, her hand between her thighs when the men came in. "There's no need for that," Tyrstan said softly.
All three men dropped their clothes, and Sarah looked not at their faces, but at their cocks one after the other. "I need it," she whispered, embarrassed to admit to her horniness once again.
Brice replaced her hand with his between her thighs, finger fucking her. "We know you do." He looked over at Trystan. "You want us to do this in your bed?"
Trystan shook his head. "No, not my bed. Couch works," he said indicating the couch along one wall facing the bed. "Or just bend her over the bed."
Brice kept his fingers inside her, his eyes meeting hers. "Couch or bent over?"
Sarah was surprised to have the choice. "Bent over," she said with a blush. "It goes deeper that way."
Brice grinned. "You like it deep?"
She nodded, still blushing. "I probably shouldn't admit it though." She loved it every way they'd taken her so far. In fact, she was close to climaxing with just his fingers.
"We want to know what you like," he told her, removing his fingers and helping her off the bed. He kissed her once she was standing in front of him, his cock stabbing her in her belly. "We want to make you feel good."
Sarah reached down and gripped his cock in her hand, giving it a stroke. "Oh, you make me feel really good."
Brice turned her around and she bent over the bed, her palms flat against it. He looked at her bottom and thought about swatting it, but they'd save that for another day. He guided his cock to her entrance, and plunged inside, letting out a groan and she squeezed him tightly.
Sarah squealed, happy to be full once again. She pushed back against him, wanting to squeeze as much of his cock in her tight channel as she could.
Brice held still for a moment, astounded that their beautiful new bride was a nymphomaniac. None of them would have guessed from her picture. He ran his fingertips lightly over the skin of her back. "Do you like that?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes, but I like it more when you move!"
Brice laughed, starting the age old rhythm inside her. The night before he'd been a bit worried that they'd break her, but now? He could see she thrived on the attention she received from them.
Sarah had been close with her own fingers in the tub, and then with Houston, and then again with Brice's fingers, so she was on the edge of climax as soon as Brice began moving inside her. She felt him grab hold of her hips and pull her back against him every time he thrust inside her, moving her forward as he pulled out. It only took a few strokes, and she was panting as her body clenched around him. "Yes!" she cried.
Trystan looked over at Jaron. He saw the same look of wonder he knew must be on his own face. How were they going to keep this woman satisfied?
Brice kept going through her climax, and brought her to a second before he pumped his seed into her. He pulled out and patted her ass. He and the others were the luckiest men alive.
Sarah stood bent over the bed for a minute before she stood. Jaron sat on the couch, unclothed. He waved her to the bathroom. "Go clean up and then come back. You're going to ride me."
Sarah nodded, rushing into the bathroom. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked at what she saw. She'd never even seen herself naked before, and just stood and stared. Her nipples were a dark red from all the attention they'd received. Her eyes had a sated look about them. Her blond hair was wild. Everything about her seemed to scream, "Fuck me." She was embarrassed for a moment. What must they think of her? She was a sex fiend.
"Sarah?" Jaron called. "Are you coming?"
Sarah quickly got a washcloth and cleaned off. "I'll be right there!" she called back. She met her own eyes in the mirror again, noticing that she looked happy. She smiled. She was about to get fucked. Of course she was happy!
She hurried back into the bedroom and walked to the couch where Jaron sat, his hips far forward on the cushion. "I'm here."
Jaron grinned. "I see that." He helped her straddle him, her pussy coming down over his cock. "You ready?"
Sarah tilted her head to one side, a grin on her face. "Apparently, I was born ready."
He laughed. "I think you were." He caught her hips in his hands, groaning when her pussy swallowed him.
Sarah sighed as he filled her. "I love the feeling of fullness when you're inside me," she told him. "I could do this all day."
Jaron nodde
d. "We've noticed that about you." He started thrusting up while she moved over him. "Do you like it fast or slow?"
Sarah was surprised by the question. "I don't know." Her brows drew together. "How do you like it?"
He shook his head. "No, I want to know what you like." He took a deep breath. "Let's see. Do you like this?" He moved slowly within her for five strokes, letting each one linger, lifting her so she was almost off him, before bringing her back down until he was seated deep inside her. "Or like this?" He jerked her up and down while thrusting wildly inside her.
Sarah's eyes widened. "I like both, but I think I'm in the mood for fast."
"Fast it is!" He moved as she asked, bringing her to two climaxes before he finally finished inside her. He buried his face in her neck, just enjoying the feel of touching a woman. "I'm glad you're ours."
Sarah looked at him and smiled, wriggling her hips to feel him pulse inside her. "Me too!"
Trystan watched the two of them, wondering if the sex toys had arrived yet. He wanted to play with her a bit before he made her beg for his cock. He grinned. He loved the idea of her begging him to fuck her. He was going to make it happen. Today.
Chapter Seven
Houston hurried to the door. A porter stood with a luggage cart filled with four large boxes. He opened the door wide. "Thank you," he said to the man, tapping his thumb against the man's electronic pad, and pushing an amount to give him a tip.
The porter nodded. "Thank you, sir." He left the room, bowing quickly on his way out.
Houston carried the first box back to Trystan's bedroom, noting that Sarah sat on Jaron's lap. They seemed to be finished, but his cock was obviously still inside her. "Two more boxes."
Brice got to his feet. "I'll help."
Trystan stood and walked to the box, opening it wide. He grinned at the selection. This box was the one he wanted. There were several different dildos, but the RoboDick lay on top. He took it out, removing it from the smaller box it came in. He rolled it over in his hand before reading the instructions.
The other two boxes were carried in, and Trystan and Houston dug through them. Jaron could see they wanted to look through them without Sarah, so he stroked her back, trying to keep her from noticing what the others were doing.
Finally, Trystan nodded to Jaron, and Jaron gently lifted Sarah from his lap and settled her on the couch beside him.
Trystan smiled at Sarah. "We got you some presents," he said, holding up the long phallic shaped object in his hand.
Sarah's eyes widened when she saw it. "What is that?"
"This," Trystan said, "is a RoboDick."
She still had no idea what it was. She knew what it looked like, of course, but it couldn't really be meant to be a replacement for their cocks, could it? "And that is?"
Jaron got off the couch and went to get a washcloth. He came back and cleaned Sarah off with it, before sitting beside her again. No one had spoken.
Trystan smiled. "Let me demonstrate for you." He laid the object flat in his hand. It was long, but not terribly thick. There was a second one that was thicker but not as long. He had no idea which she'd prefer but decided to start with this one. "Go lay down on the bed on your back, raise your knees with your legs spread."
Sarah swallowed hard, knowing this was going to be strange. She walked to the bed and lay back, arranging herself as Trystan had commanded. What would it do?
Trystan smiled at the sight she made. He loved being able to look at her pussy. She didn't seem to care that they all could see every inch of her nude body. "Now, when I turn it on, I need you to say, 'Fuck me hard, RoboDick.'"
Sarah propped herself on her elbows looking at Trystan with surprise. "What?"
"I'm about to switch it on." He put his finger on the button on the bottom. "Say it now." As he said 'now,' he switched it on.
Sarah kept herself propped up to watch what would happen. She swallowed nervously before saying, "Fuck me hard, RoboDick."
The object flew out of Trystan's hand toward her and as she watched, it flew between her legs and straight inside her. It began plunging in and out faster and harder than any of the men ever had.
She stayed on her elbows for a moment, trying to watch it, but finally gave herself over to the pleasure. Her squeals filled the air, and she bit her fist to stop them. The thing felt just like a cock to her. It was...incredible.
Trystan rushed to the bed, annoyed that she'd hide anything from them. He caught her wrist in his hand and dragged it from her mouth, holding it trapped on the bed.
Sarah felt more vulnerable than she had before. The men hadn't been able to see her well as their bodies had hidden the sight of their cocks pumping in and out of her body. With RoboDick, they could see everything.
She arched her torso, her body wracked with pleasure. She'd never felt anything half as incredible in her life.
"Faster RoboDick!" Trystan commanded, watching her face and seeing that was indeed what she wanted. He sat beside her on the bed, and pinched her nipple, just hard enough to cause her to arch and moan.
The other three men crowded around the bed and watched her, their eyes were all glued to her pussy and the long dildo plunging in and out of her.
Sarah tried to hold back her climax, because she was afraid they'd feel that she liked the toy better than them, but finally, she couldn't for another minute. She let out a long wailing moan as it gripped her, and her entire body shook with it. When it was over, she lay back, exhausted from it.
Trystan smiled as he said, "Stop RoboDick." He held out his hand. "To my hand RoboDick." The object flew to him and landed on his hand, dripping with her juices.
He handed it to Houston, who he felt had really messed up by not bringing Sarah to orgasm earlier. "Clean that."
Houston rushed into the bathroom to clean it off, while Trystan climbed onto the bed between Sarah's still spread thighs, staring down into her eyes. "Leave us." His voice was low, and the others understood he wasn't asking them. He was demanding time alone with their bride.
Houston set the toy on the bed beside them, and he rushed off with the others.
Trystan placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it. "What did you think of RoboDick?" he asked, wondering if she'd answer honestly.
Sarah was torn. She'd just had the best orgasm of her life (albeit she'd had the first only sixteen hours before) but she'd didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him that. "I...it's incredible," she finally answered.
"So if we're not here to fuck you, will Robodick keep you satisfied?"
Sarah's eyes widened. Why was he worried about not being there? "Are you going somewhere?"
Trystan smiled. "We all work. You'll be alone all day, and we want to keep you satisfied."
Sarah looked at RoboDick, which was right beside her face. "Yes, I think it will work for that purpose."
"There are other toys as well," he told her, watching her face.
She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Like what?"
He moved away from her, motioning to the boxes. "I want you to choose something for me to use on you."
Sarah swallowed hard, her eyes going to his cock. "But..."
"Oh, don't worry, I'll fuck you. But by the time I do, your pussy is going to be so sensitive from climaxing so many times, and so often, you'll be whimpering with pleasure when I do." He dropped his voice, his lips against her ear. "And you will beg for my cock."
She looked at him, her eyes wide. "I'm close to that now."
He shook his head. "You're nowhere near needy enough, my sweet." He gestured to the boxes. "Pick three toys."
"But you said one!"
"I changed my mind. Three."
Sarah got to her feet and looked through the huge boxes of sex toys. Some she had no idea what purpose they would serve. Some were obvious. She chose something that was soft and was obviously meant to tickle her pussy, wondering how it would feel. Then she dug deeper and found a second RoboDick, thicker and shorter than the first. She lay that be
side the tickler. Digging once more, she found an egg-shaped device that had a remote. She didn't look at what it would do; she simply laid it beside the other two things.
While she was digging through the box, Trystan went to the closet in the room and pulled out a silk scarf. He'd bought it with the idea that it might be fun to use to blindfold her at some point, and he knew it would be perfect for what he had in mind. He looked over and saw that she had chosen three toys and was standing uncertainly looking in his direction, almost as if she was frightened of what he planned to do.
He walked to her. "Don't be scared. You're going to enjoy this." He walked behind her and tied the scarf around her head, making certain her eyes were covered. "Can you see?"
Sarah shook her head. What was he doing?
"Good." He took her hand and helped her onto the bed. "Lay down just like you did for RoboDick."
Sarah put her feet flat on the bed with her knees raised, and she spread her legs wide. "Like this?"
"Exactly." Trystan looked at the selection of toys she'd chosen. He smiled when he saw the tickler. He didn't expect her to like it much. He took the RoboDick out of the box, not surprised she'd chosen it. The egg was different though. He looked through what it could do and smiled. It had the ability to lightly shock her pussy among other things. He'd save it for last.
He picked up the tickler, moving to kneel beside her on the bed. The instructions said it could be inserted with no problem and then rinsed out in a sink. He took it, stroking it across her already hard nipples, chuckling when she shivered. He stroked it all the way down her body, from her shoulders down to her toes and then back up the inside of her calf to her thigh. Finally, he teased her clit with it. "Do you like it?" he asked.
Sarah wrinkled her nose. "It feels odd."
He slid it into her wet pussy, watching her face. She shivered slightly, but didn't seem to receive the same pleasure from it as she did other things. He dropped it to the floor.
He put the RoboDick on the palm of his hand. "RoboDick, fuck Sarah's pussy, slow and steadily."
Sarah gripped the covers with her hands, waiting for the hard object to plunge inside her. It was enough wider than the other that she let out a moan. She wasn't sure she liked the wideness as much as the one with more length. After a few slow thrusts, she changed her mind, panting with her pleasure. "That's nice."
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